This is actually my mums story. I trust her completely - the first time
she told me this story she started crying and she also tries not to
believe in paranormal occurrences. This was in the late seventies, in
England.

My mum had been living on the Isle of Wight, until the age of nine, when
she was orphaned and sent to the mainland to live with relatives. She
found herself living with an older auntie and uncle, and her dying,
bedridden grandma (auntie and mother's mum).

One night she couldn't sleep and wanted a drink so went into her auntie
and uncles bedroom to ask if she could go and get one. They said she
could so she began descending the dark staircase. From the bottom of
these stairs you could look ahead and see into the kitchen. As she got
closer to the bottom, and my mums eyes adjusted to the light. She looked
ahead, and realised there was someone in the kitchen. Her grandma. Her
supposedly bedridden grandma.

My mum says she called out to her and she didn't get a response. Knowing
her grandmother shouldn't even be able to get out of bed alone, she ran
back upstairs to alert her auntie of what she'd seen.

The auntie told her not to be silly and was certain that it must be her
eyes playing tricks in the dark. My mum remained adamant of what she had
seen, so in an effort to calm my mum down, her auntie said she would
escort her downstairs to get her drink, whilst stopping by grandma's
room first to show her she was definitely in there. After all, she
hadn't walked in years, she wouldn't of been able to get down the stairs
in the dark without making a right song and dance out of it.

My mum and her auntie got to her grandma's room. Her auntie pushed the
door open, lighting the room.